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Maybe let the doll house burn. Maybe I can hit and run. Maybe love was flicking through a magazine. Goes away two moons agree?. Starting over is for free. Maybe now I learn to taste the air I
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I Like traffic lights. I Like traffic lights. I Like traffic lights,. No matter where they've been. I Like traffic lights. I Like traffic lights. I Like traffic lights. I Like traffic lights
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eye. A kaleidoscope of blue, a mirror broke in two. A thousand little stars and a million little wars. Scattered out across the open desert 40 hours and counting. I shut my eyes and sleep here My
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get no-where. heavy traffic all over this town. i wanna drive yeh drive. i wanna drive i gotta get somewhere. heavy traffic is bringing me down every time i see the red light burning. don't it
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tiAir Traffic. arOwl City. al. Owl City -Air Traffic. The bird is here and we are off to wherever those wings take us. The atmosphere is crawling with airlines. that wind through the clouds and look
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want is someone to pull me out. I'm stuck in a traffic jam. With no where to run for miles. And all I want is someone to pull me out. I'm stuck in a traffic jam. With no where to run for miles
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Stealing happy hours. Stealing happy hours, yeah. Stealing happy hours. Stealing happy hours, yeah Wait on minute more to ask me. You make me feel like Hank Chinaski. War all the time, war all the time
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Bài Hát Three Hours. Trình Bày Nick Drake. Three hours from sundown. Jeremy flies. Hoping to keep. The sun from his eyes. East from the city. And down to the cave. In search of a master. In search of
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The traffic light. Waits for you to tell me the tale of a shattered life, tonight. And I just passed by when you have had the chance to fight. Or would you spend your last days alone. Thinkin
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Bài hát Thirty Six Hours (Album Version) - John Cooper Clarke. 36 hours in the mystery chair. 36 hours in the quizzical glare. of the naked lights and the visible hardware. another bloke is leaving
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on my mind, why do I feel so low? It could have been forever but we'll never know. Twenty four hours ago. The night was all we had and then I had to go. Twenty four hours ago. We were lovers twenty
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, yeah, yeah Your companion, brings you flowers. You just hang him up and keep him waiting there for hours. And you should see the look on his face. As you slide down the rail
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, everybody move!. Two words, BK , NY, Bed-Stuy. Two hawks, too hungry, too many, that's why. These streets know game, can't ball, don't play. Every traffic, one lane, everybody move!. Two words, Mos Def
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big joke. While he looks in the gutter. For something to smoke And two hundred kids. In one red minimoke. Scream down the street. Fully loaded Day in the city. Oh, what a pity I could be in
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can't let her go People try to tell me stop crying. And find you someone new. 'Cause when that good Lord made one woman. Hallelujah. Don't you know he made two But I can't let her go. I'm hooked I
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After Hours. . Day time surrenders. And the shadows fall. You're cigarette lingers. You spent the night alone. With no one at all. . Another mellow mood. And the silence calls. Another
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All those wasted hours we used to know. Spent the summers staring out the window. The wind it takes you where it wants to go At first they built the road then they built the town. That's why we're
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Traffic vertu. J'aime ou je tue. Magique exclu. Hors de ma vue. Je t'aime encore. J'envoie d'abord. Le cri des villes. Sur du vinyle. . Taxi driver. N? Ud de vip? Res. Flic solitaire
